Zhuang Mian and her [Butterfly] team were currently dividing into three groups to track a target in the inner city.
After a simple preliminary investigation, the team members were able to basically identify this person as a middleman who would resell the semi-finished products of the research institute.
The institute only has the option of destroying some of the discarded reagents, but some people in the outer city are willing to pay a high price for these things.
This led to the emergence of this industry.
So, what does all this have to do with the organization [The Believers] (officially called the [Cult])?
The answer is not at all.
Zhuang Mian wouldn't be so stupid as to not be able to tell who's older and who's younger. As early as the very beginning of taking on this long-term task, she had already thought of a basic response strategy.
Just like the sneaky middle-aged man in the telescope, it is obvious that he has an unclear connection with the mysterious organization.
Anyway, this person himself is not clean, so whether he has any connections or not is not counted by what he says.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Mian raised his right hand slightly and prepared to order the arrest.
Her new team members were all reserve personnel secretly developed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in this year's Sheriff's Academy, and they had extremely high levels of trust and loyalty to the organization.
Although they are still a little immature in making plans and taking actions, Zhuang Mian believes that it won't be long before they grow to a level that satisfies him.
Just as she was about to wave her hand to close the net, the communicator inside her shirt suddenly vibrated faintly.
That communicator was only suitable for single-line communication with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Zhuang Mian's nerves immediately tensed up.
The situation is even more serious than the recent arrest operation.
She turned her arm half a circle and then retracted it, indicating that the capture plan was temporarily cancelled.
Then he buried his head back behind the bunker and carefully checked the contents on the communicator:
[The latest instructions from the Ministry of Internal Affairs' cleanup team [Butterfly]:
Urgent mission: Conduct surprise inspections on the 24th, 33rd, and 35th nutrient paste production lines in the southern part of the outer city.
Task objective: All production records and managers of the three production lines for the past month.
Remaining time: 4 hours, 59 minutes and 50 seconds.
Note: Targeted personnel who have the following behaviors may be arrested on the spot, and serious offenders may be shot on the spot:
Destroying accounts, absconding with money, refusing to acknowledge whereabouts of information, resisting inspection with force...】
Zhuang Mian tapped on the miniature headset that only members of the purge team were equipped with, and gave orders to his men and the two team members who were observing the target in another building:
"Collect the troops, there is an urgent task at headquarters."
On the other side, the two team members who had originally planned to show off their skills felt that the blood rushing in their bodies seemed to solidify in an instant.
They looked at each other briefly, and the obedience acquired from long-term training made them have no doubts about such orders.
Three minutes later, the seven members of the Butterfly team met on the roadside at midnight. Zhuang Mian opened an ordinary-looking car and stuffed all the members in.
The car started in the silent night, with almost no sound.
Zhuang Mian did not turn on any of the car lights, and drove towards the nearest city gate using the dim light from the inner city street lamps.
When the vehicle arrived at the city gate, the guards on both sides were in a half-asleep state.
Zhuang Mian really wanted to take this opportunity to pull them into her dream to practice her abilities, but thinking of the mission she still had to accomplish, she got out of the car herself to wake them up.
The man whose sweet dream was disturbed was very impatient and was about to yell. But when he saw the glowing gold-backed steel stamp on the document in front of him, he felt a chill slowly moving upwards from his tailbone.
The hairs on his body stood up and a thin layer of sweat beads appeared on his forehead at the end of this summer.
On the emblem made of pure gold, there is a sword hanging upside down stamped out.
The slightly upward perspective makes the sword's perspective effect extremely intimidating, as if it will fall down in the next second and execute the observer on the spot.
The guard didn't know what the emblem meant, but he knew what it represented.
He nodded twice tremblingly to indicate that he understood, not even daring to look at Zhuang Mian's face.
"Open the door."
The command was concise and powerful. The guard did not dare to delay and quickly took out his ID card from his chest and verified his identity on the machine.
With a creaking noise, the gate to the inner city slowly opened.
Zhuang Mian returned to the car and drove his team into the outer city at dawn.
The closest to them is the nutritional cream production line No. 33.
It was a small factory that operated twelve hours a day, all year round, and now was one of the few times it had a break.
However, Zhuang Mian did not enter the factory directly. Instead, he referred to the information attached to the order and went to a two-story house two blocks away.
Seven people quickly surrounded the seemingly ordinary building. Two people stood in the small courtyard to guard it, while Zhuang Mian peeked into the internal structure of the house.
This is a house very close to the city wall of the inner city, and it is considered a place where only people of certain status can live in the outer city.
Wen Zhengcheng, the manager of production line No. 33, lives here.
Zhuang Mian quietly activated his ability and confirmed that no one on the first floor was asleep at that moment.
She asked one of her men to quietly pry open the door lock, and then sneaked in with the rest of the people.
Zhuang Mian knew that there was no one on the first floor, but he still had to do his work.
After confirming that the first floor was safe, she left two people to guard it again, and she took the last two team members to the second floor.
The three of them stopped in front of a bedroom door.
Zhuang Mian could feel that there were two humans in deep sleep inside.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she felt that the lives of two people were in her control.
Although he is not a bad person, this feeling is exactly what she pursues in her heart.
She waved her hand, and a male team member took two steps back and kicked the wood chip board door.
The bang startled the two people on the bed and they jumped violently, and then the rapid heartbeat made them regain their senses within two seconds.
Wen Zhengcheng, the 40-year-old production line manager, saw the figure moving forward in the darkness. He grabbed a corner of the quilt with his left hand and threw it towards the chest of the person next to him. He fumbled frantically on the bedside table with his right hand and finally found the switch of the bedside lamp.
“Pah.”
The gentle light with a hint of warmth spread throughout the bedroom under the dispersion of the lampshade. Wen Zhengcheng looked at the three men in black who were obviously up to no good and whispered in a timid tone:
"Hey guys...this must be some kind of misunderstanding."
He thought that his attitude was enough of a sign of weakness, and he was usually very careful in making money and never got into arguments with others. He looked like a good person who made money by being friendly.
Then, a golden emblem appeared in his sight.
In an instant, he understood everything.
It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on Wen Zhengcheng's head. He felt his legs under the quilt begin to cramp from fear.
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